Ice cold

I used to wonder if you would be here in the morning, silly of me because you’re not even here right now. The sacrifices I’ve made go unnoticed. The flowers I had delivered to your job never made it home. I wonder why? You say I haven’t let go of my past, but now I’m contemplating on leaving you in my past. Our relationship is like a baby aborted too soon, so much potential. You probably would have kept our baby if you felt a heartbeat, but as cold as you are something as soft and warm as a heart was not found in that icebox you call a chest.